| THE BATTLER'S ARM By James (jimjunior2001@yahoo.com) THE ARM OF JILL JOHNSON I’ve seen that arm and know what it can do. Resting on a table, holding a gin, after manhandling a man. Beautiful and firm, powerful as anything. At the end of it is an elegant fist. It is like a wrecking ball when it makes contact with anything. Wood splits, glass breaks, men’s bones give way. Men who are moving forward are stopped cold or stutter back. It also has an elbow which has rammed many things. Man’s faces, rib cage, gut; heck, I’ve seen it break boards, too. I’ve seen that arm block punches, kicks, hands, even intercepting weapons like baseball bats which seem to have little effect upon impact with her beautiful arm because the muscles are so concentrated. Those arms, those arms, when they are positioned around your neck; oh boy, you will be out in a few seconds; squeezing, no way of escape, your air availability slowly dissipating. Many an attempt has been made to contact her vital parts; her nose, eyes, mouth, ears, but instead, all those male hands, arms, and legs bounce harmlessly off that arm of hers; it always winds up in the way. Usually the sleeve is rolled up so you can see the bottom half It is firm and muscular through and through. And oh that hand at the end. Nails long and true; don’t them poke you! You won’t see for a while! When that palm strikes you in a vital body part; watch out, you’ll be out cold for some time. I’ve seen those hands do amazing things; grab a big man’s fist, push on it, and make him squirm like a two-year old. Pin a man’s wrist firmly on the cement so he cannot move. Bend a man’s hand into the most painful position you can imagine! Knives and guns that are aimed at her wind up grabbed by her elegant hand and moved where it cannot hurt her, but only him. Try to hold hands with her; your hand will be in so much pain that you wish she wasn’t so beautiful. And oh yeah, if she wants you to shut up, try moving that hand off your mouth; it’s like it’s glued there. Oh to have your hearing removed by those hands smashing your ear lobes with the force of a mallet. Oh what a headache you will have when your head is struck by her first Try breathing after being smashed in the rib cage. When those hands are pulling on your hair, squeezing your wrist, twisting your ear, smothering your nose, oh the pain! But the worse pain of all is when those hands are pulling on your groin; oh my! So what is a man to do? Not much he can, but admire that beautiful, but deadly arm with those elegant, lethal hands at the end. |